Nuoding Academy, back mountain.
As a Tool Martial Soul Master, Wen Jun was naturally not as tough as Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng's blow sent him straight to the ground, unconscious, marking the defeat of Lei Dalang's first fighter.
"What a useless fool." Lei Dalang showed no sympathy as he looked at the unconscious Wen Jun, speaking instead with a resentful tone.
"Roar!" Wang Sheng let out a roar, celebrating his victory.
"Wang Sheng! Well done!" Xiao Wu cried happily as well.
This allowed Wang Sheng to wash away his former humiliation and prove his strength through his actions.
"Fine, a bet was a bet. We'll admit defeat this time. A Xiang, you're up for the second match!"
Lei Dalang signaled for someone to carry Wen Jun away, then called out his second subordinate.
The second male student was slender and delicate-featured. If he had long hair, he would have looked like a girl. Though he was also a sixth-year student, he appeared to be only eight or nine years old.
"Sister Xiao Wu, Boss, let me take this one too!" Wang Sheng's fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest. He actually wanted to continue and face the second opponent.
"No need. You've already done very well, and you've used up quite a bit of Soul Power. You can fight again later if needed. I'll take this match." Tang San spoke at this moment.
"But, Boss—" Wang Sheng truly still wanted to keep fighting.
"Listen to us, Wang Sheng. You still have minor injuries. Let Third Brother go first." Xiao Wu said the same.
"Oh, all right." Since both his big sister and boss had said so, Wang Sheng could only step down for the time being.
They seemed to believe that if Tang San stepped in, no one else